Honeymoon in Hawaii Ch. 03

Brooke was screaming in ecstasy as her body struggled against the ropes and the final payment was extracted from her now red and purple ass. She twitched, completely drained as her body gave up all resistance and slumped over held up only by the tension of her hemp strings.

Max motioned for Brad to come help him, as Max quickly loosened the knots holding her in place, creating slack and easing Brooke to the floor. Brad helped move Brooke's lifeless body, gasping for air as Max hastily undid the bindings restricting her movement. Brooke's body was covered in sweat her pours crying out for relief as the soft rope slid across her skin revealing their lasting impression.

Brad could sense the exhaustion of his lovely wife as she struggled to regain her place in reality. It was as if she was lost in another world, floating in space, unable to reach the ground. Slowly Brooke returned as the ropes where stripped one by one, her breathing slowed and her body cooled.

Brooke lay their curled up in Brads lap, his arms wrapped around her as her heart raced attempting to return as she began to shiver. Brad held Brooke closer trying to warm her up and comfort her as Max coiled his lines and returned them to their box for safe keeping.

Brad watched as Max deliberately wrapped the ropes with his hands one at a time and purposefully placing them in the large wooden storage. Brad couldn't help but notice the large tattoo on Max's back, surprised he hadn't noticed it sooner. Perhaps it was the way the light was hitting Max's back like a Hollywood spotlight, drawing attention to it. The Dojo was lit with soft down lighting only in intentional spots, something Brad had neglected to fully realize earlier as well, the intentional spotlights bringing ones attention to specific spots, highlighting their importance.

Brad realized he and his shivering bride where also illuminated like actors on a theater stage, focusing ones eye on the important, but his curiosity was now focused on Max.

Max's tattoo was large, taking up the bulk of the area between his shoulders and extending downward. It was familiar to Brad; he knew what it was almost immediately, recognizing it as the US Navy Seals Special Warfare Insignia. Brad had known others in the navy and knew very well what this meant. Max must have completed SEAL training, the large anchor and eagle, grasping a trident and cocked flintlock.

What was a Navy SEAL doing with a home like this? Brad had assumed Max was just a successful business man, but they hadn't really talked much about business in the short time they had gotten to know each other. There was obviously more to Max than met the eye, but Brad's thoughts where quickly drawn back to his bride as she began to shiver even more.

"Here put this on her," Max tenderly said as he handed his pal a neatly folded cloth robe.

Brad unfolded the distinctively Japanese robe wrapping it around his shivering wife and helping thread her weak arms through the sleeves.

"Let's get her up." Max quietly instructed, doing his best not to shock Brooke back to reality.

Max helped Brad bring his frail wife back to her feet, unfurling the long robe and helping him get her sufficiently covered.

"Come on; let's get her to a room where she can rest." Max said, leading the way back through the sliding doors and down the hallway to the stairs.

Brad tried to help Brooke walk but she simply didn't have the strength, causing him to scoop her up and carry her like a newly married bride across the hearth. Brad followed Max up the stairs to a room on the second floor laying her down in the waiting bed and covering her.

Brooke turned to her side reaching up for her pillow pulling it in close and letting out a sigh of relief. Brad could tell she was finally back in the world of the living, but completely exhausted and thankful to be lying in a comfortable bed.

Max flicked the switch on the wall, leaving the room lit only by the glow of the hall.

"Hey, come have a drink with me," Max whispered, not wanting to disturb his sleeping angel.

"You want a drink buddy?" Max offered as he grabbed two glasses from behind the bar.

"Yeah, I might as well; I don't think I'm going anywhere soon." Brad responded, thinking of his passed out wife upstairs.

The two men sat at the bar in the game room looking out into the lavish backyard as the palm trees slowly swayed in the tropical night air, when Max finally broke the awkward silence.

"So what do you think buddy? You still ok with our arrangement?

"Um, yeah, I think so, I mean yeah," Brad stammered.

"I'm not sure if Brooke knew what she was in for, but yeah, if she's enjoying herself, I'm ok with it."

"Hell yeah buddy, I thought you would be up for it, and I know Brooke is going to love it, you just wait," Max cheerfully said as he poured the two another drink to celebrate.

The two men discussed what had happened in the dojo; as if they were having an after action review of what had occurred in battle. Max would ask Brad if he saw how Brooke reacted to a particular action, assessing her response and how it could be capitalized on in the future. Max even retrieved a length of rope from his collection to more closely show Brad how to wrap and tie some of the knots he had restrained Brooke with.

For the next few hours they talked, drank and got to know each other a little better. Brad explained more details of his previous job and the upcoming position he had accepted from Michelle, and asked Max what he did for a living that obviously provided him with such amazing means.

"Well buddy it's a long story how I got to this point, but long story short, I'm a defense contractor."

"You mean you make weapons for the government?" Brad questioned.

"Not exactly buddy, I am more of a facilitator if you will, I help those who need a little help get it, kind of like you and Brooke." Max laughed smiling at his new friend.

"So I couldn't help but notice your tattoo, you were a SEAL?" Brad questioned.

"Yeah for a few years anyway," Max said reminiscing.

Max seemed to quickly changed the subject, inviting Brad to take a late night dip with him. Brad complained he didn't have any shorts, prompting Max to strip down to his boxers.

"Come on man, don't be a pussy." A half-drunk Max yelled out as he jumped feet first into the pool.

Brad figured what the hell. The whisky and humidity made the thought of the refreshing water appealing, and he quickly followed, stripping down to his briefs and diving in.

"Fucken outstanding," Max barked, swimming over to Brad.

"You know I could use someone like you Brad. I have a few issues with my company right now and I could use a guy like you. I think you might have the skills I need, and I god dam know you have the balls, we just gotta find em." Max started laughing as he slapped the water sending walls of water into Brad's face.

Brad wasn't sure if he should be flattered at the praise or pissed at the insult, but decided to sluff it off as the alcohol talking and just ignored it. The two men joked back and forth before Max climbed out of the water.

"We need to talk buddy, I got an offer for you." Max said seeming to regain his serious composure.

Brad looked up at Max standing there water dripping from him with a stern look on his face, concerned at the sudden change of tone.

"Relax man everything's good." Max shot back sensing his concern.

Brad relaxed a little before being distracted by yet another tattoo he had failed to notice earlier. This one was on Max's calf, a bright yellow crab with and angry old man's face on its back. The face reminded Brad of a Japanese demon, fitting considering, it seemed to fit Max's apparent fascination with Japanese culture and artistic activities.

Max tossed Brad a towel as he climbed out of the pool.

"Have a seat buddy; I want to ask you something." Max said taking a seat in one of the teak Chaise.

"Have you ever thought about what it would be like if there was no one to protect us?"

Brad wasn't sure where this was going but all of a sudden he started to get nervous about the man he knew so little about.

"Uh, I'm not sure, what do you mean?" Brad hesitantly asked.

"I mean what if there weren't strong men to stand up for what is right?"

"What if the bad people where just left to rule the world and no one tried to stop'em?"

Max gazed up into the sea of stars floating in a pitch black sky introspectively as if he was searching for the answer to his own question.

Brad's concern slowly shifted, as he realized Max wasn't trying to scare him as much as have a deep philosophical discussion, most likely brought on by whisky and exhaustion. Brad tossed his towel down on the lounger and laid down staring up at the twinkling lights above.

"I don't know man; I guess it would be a lot crueler world than it already is. I guess we're lucky there's still some good guys left, right?" Brad contemplated.

"Yeah there's still a few anyway." Max sighed, as if he was reminiscing.

"What about me, you think I'm a good guy buddy?" Max respectfully asked.

"I hope so, my wife is laying in one of your bedrooms upstairs, and I'm down here in my underwear with you." Brad laughed, trying to convince himself Max was a good guy.

"Yeah, you got a point there buddy," Max grinned, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up with him.

"I really like you Brad, I think you're one of the good guys." Max muttered, as his words trailed off.

Brad looked over to see his new friend had lost his battle with the long day, the night had finally claimed another tired body. He too was exhausted; the whisky in his stomach and the warm water had mixed to create a relaxing elixir that soon found another victim. Brad fell asleep staring up at the stars the images of his beautiful wife shaking in ecstasy seared in his memory as visions of her blissful body lying peacefully upstairs filled his imagination.